Page 255 of 5+Us Makes Seven

Act calm. You’ve got this.

The rest of the people around me scattered, leaving me exposed. One of the two men with guns pointed in my direction. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I rushed toward a battered, barely-yellow taxi a few hundred feet away. Go, go, go! I saw one of the men rush forward out of the corner of my eye.

Before I reached my means of escape, a rough hand grabbed my shoulder. I whirled around and kneed the man in the nuts. He cried out, bending over in pain. I rushed forward. The other man grabbed me around the waist from behind and lifted me into the air.

“Let me go!” I screamed. “I’m American!”

Foul smells hit my nose as the man laughed. As I struggled to get out of his grasp, the other man walked over, a serious scowl etched on his face. I thought he would hit me. Another man ran up behind him and threw a bag over my head.

The darkness scared the hell out of me. I screamed again, kicking and wiggling to get away. All the men were yelling, but I had no way to know what about. Were they Taliban or henchman of some local warlord? Not knowing terrified me even more.

I stopped struggling as I realized it wasn’t getting me anywhere. One of the men moved my hands behind my back, tying them tightly. Panic spread through my mind as someone pushed me from behind and yelled.

“I’m going,” I yelled as I took a step forward.

What the hell is going on?

My pulse quickened as I walked blind. The sounds of the market were clearer with my vision cut off. The men who had grabbed me continued talking, but I didn’t understand what they were saying.

This is it. My life is over. I’ll never see my family or friends again. I never even had the chance to say goodbye.!

After hearing stories about how kidnapped women were treated in Afghanistan, I told myself I had to keep fighting until there were no other options.

“Allah Akbar!”

At the familiar cry of martyrdom, I heard gunfire and men screaming in English. This was my chance.

I turned and ran to the left, hoping for a clear getaway and avoiding the fire. The hood over my head made the struggle significantly more difficult, but time was of the essence and I had mere seconds in the midst of chaos.

Gunfire continued ringing out as I ran face first into a wall. Dropping to the ground, I curled up in a fetal position, hoping for the best.

As the shots died down, I heard American soldiers barking orders. I struggled to my feet and screamed at the top of my lungs, “Help! I’m an American!”

“Jade? Is that you?” Cooper, a soldier from FOB Cobra, asked.

“Yes!” I said.

Panic still had control over my body as I shook. My knees buckled beneath me, and I fell to the ground. I was saved by strong arms. The hood came off, and I saw the most amazing man in the world.

Our eyes locked. All the chaos around the market faded into the background for a split second that seemed like an eternity. He smiled, white teeth standing out on his dirt-covered face.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I am now. How did you know I was here?”

“We didn’t know you were here. This was supposed to be a routine check-up on activity at the market.”

“I’m so glad you came.”

“You’re lucky to be alive.”

He lifted me up by my shoulders, making sure I was balanced before releasing his firm grip.

“Let’s get you back,” he said as he untied my hands. “There you go.”

I rubbed my wrists, looking around the market.

“Is anyone…dead?”